Jack catches him on that last word, but Sawyer just "uh-huhs" him, and reminds him that for now, Sayid is safe, which is what matters. Jacks asks where they go from there. When Sawyer only says that he's working on it, Jack gets a little shirty. "Really? Because it looked to me like you were reading a book." Sawyer blathers on about how Churchill read a book every day, even during the Blitz -- that it made him think better. Then he turns on Jack. "That's how I like to run things. I think. I'm sure that doesn't mean that much to you, 'cause back when you were calling the shots, you pretty much just reacted. See, you didn't think, Jack. And as I recall, a lot of people ended up dead." Well, that was a fine how-do-you-do. Jack thinks so, too. He nods to the point where I wonder if the island has turned him into a bobble-head, then says, "I got us off the island." Na na. [You got six people off the island! And Sawyer wasn't one of them! - Z] Sawyer says, "But here you are -- right back where you started. So I'm gonna go back to reading my book, and I'm gonna think." Na na. He lays his book down and stands. "'Cause that's how I saved your ass today. And that's how I'm gonna save Sayid's tomorrow." He walks past Jack to his door, and puts his hand on the knob. "All you gotta do is go home, get a good night's rest." He opens the door. Here's your hat; what's your hurry? "Let me do what I do." Jack walks out, stops on the porch, then turns toward Sawyer, who nearly snarls, "Now ain't that a relief?" Jack's jaw is clenched, but his face relaxes into a smile. He raises his eyebrows and says, "Yeah," and walks off. Sawyer seems pissy that he didn't get Jack to yell at him, and follows him out to the porch to watch him go. Kate watches the scene from the porch right next door to Sawyer's. He sees her and offers a pathetic little wave. She stares at him, and raises her left hand without uncrossing her arms. If she's smiling, it seems it might be a sad smile of regret. Sawyer finally turns away, and returns to his house -- to his home -- to Juliet.
A boy enters The Arrow. He's carrying a brown paper bag and stops to talk to Phil -- who apparently is never off the clock. "Hey, Phil. I'm just going to go in there and deliver him a sandwich." Phil says that's all right, so the boy walks toward the cell area, and shuts the door behind him. [Uh, Phil? You watchin' this kid? - Z] He walks right up to the bars and grabs hold with one hand. "I brought you a sandwich." Sayid sits, then rises to his feet when the boy passes the bag through the bars. He looks up at Sayid -- all big, watery blue eyes behind rounded glasses. "I didn't put mustard on it, but if you'd like some, I could get some." Sayid thanks him, tells him it will be fine, and turns away. He stops when the boy asks, "Are you a hostile?" Sayid says, "Do you think I am?" The boy swallows hard, and pauses. Then: "What's your name?" Sayid gives his first name and asks the boy, "What's yours?" Still all eyes, the boy looks up and says, "I'm Ben." The music drives home that this is MOMENTOUS FOR SAYID. He finally says, "It's... nice to meet you, Ben." DUN! Bad robot!